Chapter 102 Part 2
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Chapter 102: Deep Red – Divine Punishment (2)
She emerged from the apartment building and embraced the long-awaited sunlight.
She yearned to live beneath the sunshine.
This was the true freedom she sought, though for now, it wasn’t enough.
Maryse gazed up at the golden sun without feeling any glare, then raised her hand and aimed the coin toward the sun.
Deep Red – Divine Punishment.
The coin suddenly stirred.
“Bang!”
It moved at an extraordinary speed, launching skyward like a high-velocity bullet, and vanished in an instant.
“It’s truly a remarkable power…”
Maryse smiled, maintaining her raised hand.
Moments later, the coin actually returned from the sky, its velocity unchanged but gradually decreasing, until it settled perfectly in the elf girl’s palm.
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In the distant Night Union.
Inside a honeycomb-style apartment in Ring City.
After hearing those words in her mind, Amy experienced a distinct pain in her back.
“Savior? Babel Tower? What are these? A secret cult of Night Union or a hacker organization?”
She felt profoundly puzzled as her artificial eye emitted a red light, controlling various household devices.
One of the mechanical limbs on the bed rose automatically and floated behind Amy, delicately pulling open her shirt.
The ceiling camera rotated and focused on Amy’s smooth, fair back, capturing the source of the pain… The artificial eye continued emitting its red glow, allowing Amy to see everything clearly.
There, on her back, was an additional black tower-shaped mark!
“……”
Amy sank into contemplation, having been clearly forced into an extraordinarily dangerous mysterious organization.
They could effortlessly manipulate her mind and body, while she remained completely ignorant of their nature!
Yet, she didn’t succumb to fear.
“Stay calm, Amy, we need to determine how to get Ryan out of here first…”
Rock Morgan would undoubtedly use every means to hunt her down; even if hackers couldn’t track her, extraordinary abilities could.
This thought made Amy’s blood run cold, as Rock Morgan was the city’s master.
How could she resist alone?
However, departing this city was easier said than done… and the outside wasn’t necessarily safe; the Noah world beyond the three great nations was considered the “overseas” hell where crime flourished.
At that moment, she froze.
Abruptly, a horrifying thick black mist materialized in her line of sight, as if concealing deep whispers.
The terrifying atmosphere alone nearly caused Amy’s sweat to stream down her face.
The dense black mist suddenly assaulted the unprepared Amy!
“What is this thing… what is it?” She was shocked as the black mist enveloped her.
[This is your reward.]
In the next instant, she was completely surrounded by black mist. Intense, unforgettable pain erupted, and sweat immediately poured over her broken body.
Amy clenched her teeth, refusing to cry out in pain. She sat silently in her wheelchair, hoping the torment would end swiftly.
Since this was a reward bestowed by the “Savior,” it shouldn’t be lethal. Whether it was a slave mark or something similar, all possibilities existed.
Regardless, it wouldn’t claim her life.
She remained too valuable.
She maintained remarkable rationality and firmly believed she would endure.
Beads of sweat cascaded down her body, thoroughly soaking the wheelchair.
“Huh…”
Finally, Amy persevered.
Swiftly, she learned from the sudden “knowledge” appearing in her mind that she had acquired two new powers, one originating from her own blood.
“Test the blood.”
Amy’s artificial eye glowed red once more, and a needle emerged from the wheelchair, piercing her fair skin to draw blood.
After several minutes, Amy received a detailed blood analysis.
“My liver and kidney functions have actually recovered?”
Amy was momentarily stunned, furrowed her brow, and began examining the blood report meticulously.
Indeed, other creatures’ blood had been introduced into her bloodstream, fundamentally altering her genes. Biologically, she was no longer purely human.
This extraordinary mutation could significantly enhance her body’s recovery capabilities, even surpassing ordinary animals’ limits.
Amy fell silent.
Then came the subsequent force.
“What is this thing?”
Amy lowered her head in confusion and studied the smooth lines on her belly, while sweat from her hair continued dripping onto her chest.
These white lines, rich in symmetry and beauty, resembled art, naturally fitting and embedding themselves onto her fair belly, like a tattoo or totem.
Though unable to comprehend its nature, Amy discovered she could utilize this power, similar to wielding the authority of the “Tyrant”.
“Is it a ceremony or a spell? Unfortunately, I possess limited knowledge about supernatural powers.”
Then, she drew a deep breath and attempted to focus her mind.
The white lines on her stomach began to illuminate!
Immediately afterward, searing pain shot through the connections of the girl’s limbs.
